Four wrist comms from Analeigh had beeped while the air lock held me hostage, each relaying her increasing concern. It didn’t help that the scrapes on my knees had embedded ancient Egyptian sand and gravel inside them, which meant the stupid scanner forced me into a decontamination shower before letting me loose on the Academy.At least no alarms had sounded as the scanner swept my hands or face. It didn’t know I’d interacted with anyone, or that I felt as though he’d touched more than my skin. I hurried toward Reflection, trying to shake loose the lingering feeling of his mouth on mine. My knees were still weak, and it wasn’t just because I was panicking over being late.“Kaia.” Oz paused reluctantly when we passed in the otherwise empty hallway, adjusting his glasses. “I thought you’d be in the Caesar review.”“I, um, was double-checking that our wardrobe is set for the Triangle visit and lost track of time.” His eyes narrowed. I swallowed hard, then forced a giggle past my lips.
